Kikimura
Local Dweeb
Brandy’s gaze drifted up to the forest canopy, eyes tracing the dense, looming branches overhead before falling back to her comrades. A smirk played at the corner of her mouth. "I’ve a brilliant idea," she murmured, pulling her axe free and driving it into the trunk of a smaller tree nearby. The blade bit deep, and with a few swift swings, the tree splintered and fell. She worked quickly, hacking the timber down into manageable pieces, her hands steady and sure.
"We’ll take these smaller trees," she said, her voice calm yet commanding, "and chop them into short logs. Set them in a line before each of the big ones we need to fell." She paused, arranging the chopped wood before one of the larger, sickly trees, laying out her plan.
"We bring down the big ones," she continued, her voice lilting with a hint of mischief, "and let them roll."
She glanced around, watching her comrades as the idea took shape in their minds, her smirk widening. In this rugged place, with resources stretched thin, there was no need for brute force when cleverness would do.
"We’ll take these smaller trees," she said, her voice calm yet commanding, "and chop them into short logs. Set them in a line before each of the big ones we need to fell." She paused, arranging the chopped wood before one of the larger, sickly trees, laying out her plan.
"We bring down the big ones," she continued, her voice lilting with a hint of mischief, "and let them roll."
She glanced around, watching her comrades as the idea took shape in their minds, her smirk widening. In this rugged place, with resources stretched thin, there was no need for brute force when cleverness would do.